heathen and a pirate; true it is he held us by force many months in his
ship, but I loved that bow-legged, blue-eyed man for his great
boldness, his cunning, his skill, and, beyond all, for his simplicity.'

'Did he get home all right?' said Dan.

'I never knew. We saw him hoist sail under the moon-track and stand
away. I have prayed that he found his wife and the children.'

'And what did you do?'

'We waited on the Marsh till the day. Then I sat by the gold, all tied
in an old sail, while Hugh went to Pevensey, and De Aquila sent us
horses.'

Sir Richard crossed hands on his sword-hilt, and stared down stream
through the soft warm shadows.

'A whole shipload of gold!' said Una, looking at the little Golden
Hind. 'But I'm glad I didn't see the Devils.'

'I don't believe they were Devils,'Dan whispered back.

'Eh?' said Sir Richard. 'Witta's father warned him they were
unquestionable Devils. One must believe one's father, and not one's
children. What were my Devils, then?'

Dan flushed all over. 'I--I only thought,' he stammered; 'I've got a
book called The Gorilla Hunters--it's a continuation of Coral Island,
sir--and it says there that the gorillas (they're big monkeys, you
know) were always chewing iron up.'

'Not always,' said Una. 'Only twice.' They had been reading The
Gorilla Hunters in the orchard.

'Well, anyhow, they always drummed on their chests, like Sir Richard's
did, before they went for people. And they built houses in trees, too.'

'Ha!' Sir Richard opened his eyes. 'Houses like flat nests did our
Devils make, where their imps lay and looked at us. I did not see them
(I was sick after the fight), but Witta told me, and, lo, ye know it
also? Wonderful! Were our Devils only nest-building apes? Is there no
sorcery left in the world?'

'I don't know,' answered Dan, uncomfortably. 'I've seen a man take
rabbits out of a hat, and he told us we could see how he did it, if we
watched hard. And we did.'

'But we didn't,' said Una, sighing. 'Oh! there's Puck!'

The little fellow, brown and smiling, peered between two stems of an
ash, nodded, and slid down the bank into the cool beside them.

'No sorcery, Sir Richard?' he laughed, and blew on a full dandelion
head he had picked.

'They tell me that Witta's Wise Iron was a toy. The boy carries such
an iron with him. They tell me our Devils were apes, called gorillas!'
said Sir Richard, indignantly.

'That is the sorcery o